My daughter told me i had to either adjust to her husband’s expectations or move
where I could hear the echo of my own resolve. As I stepped inside, memories washed over me like a tidal wave, each one urging me to reconsider. The family photos on the dresser, the old quilt Martha had sewn by hand, the faint scent of her favorite lavender perfume in the air—all whispered for…
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